“You know? I have to hand it to him.” A hiccup interrupts Cindy, her half full glass swaying and the liquid inside becoming dangerously close to spilling. “Ups, pardon me.” She giggles, slightly embarrassed, before her face turns serious once more and she resumes her idea. “He is actually pretty smart about this. Smarter than he looks, if I’m being honest. I mean, you have to admit that manipulating you into killing me is a stroke of genius. Evil genius, that is.”
“No one’s manipulating me into anything. And even if I believed you to be responsible for the fire, killing you wouldn’t have been my first thought.” Torture, maybe.
Eyes narrowed to slits, lips pursed and a look from Cindy that translated to really causes Kristoff to sigh, pinch the bridge of his nose, and admit defeat.
“Fine
